Love on the Fast Track

Chapter 342:

Kathy went quiet and hugged a pillow tightly, shaking, while Bryson’s intimidating roar filled the room. “Mr. Andrews, you and I… Last night…” Kathy seemed frightened, struggling to speak clearly, her words all jumbled up.

Bryson rubbed his eyebrows, looking puzzled. “I’m not sure what’s going on. My thoughts are all over the place. Can you just leave? I’ll reach out to you once I’m feeling better.”

Bryson didn’t even bother to look Kathy’s way, as if she was invisible to him.

“Mr. Andrews, last night, you pulled me into this room and pressed me onto the bed. And then, you…” Kathy’s voice shook as she spoke.

Bryson glanced at her, noticing her slightly red eyes, tears ready to fall.

“I just want you to take responsibility,” Kathy made a concerted effort to finish her sentence, and finally, tears streamed down her face.

After her choked words, Kathy picked up the clothes from the floor and started dressing herself, taking her time with each piece. As she put them on, tears kept rolling down her cheeks.

Kathy’s tearful face deepened Bryson’s remorse for his choice of overindulging last night, silently berating himself.

Despite still being unsure of what had transpired last night, Bryson felt sorry for Kathy and called out, “Wait!” His voice softened a bit.

Bryson leaned down to grab his suit off the floor, reached into his wallet, and pulled out a bank card and a business card. “Here’s my card. You can use it for now. And here’s my phone number. I’ll call you in a few days.”

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His thoughts were in turmoil. His initial instinct was to address the situation with money.

With tears in her eyes, Kathy bit her lip and took the cards from Bryson’s hand. “I’ll wait for your call, Mr. Andrews,” Kathy whispered, her voice filled with emotion.

Then, she hurriedly left the room.

Lying on the bed, Bryson stared up at the hotel ceiling, feeling lost. “Damn it! How could this involve Kathy?” He knew very well that Kathy and Norah didn’t get along. They were almost enemies.noveldrama

Bryson recalled Joanna’s account of Kathy’s boldness in hiring gangs to hurt Norah. He worried about how Norah would see him once she knew he had spent a night with Kathy.

He was scared. He didn’t want to lose Norah’s friendship. He wanted to silently stand by Norah forever, even if it meant never getting married himself.

With both hands clutching his head, Bryson looked remorseful. How could things have ended up like this?

When Sean escorted Norah home the night before, the maid for Alice’s care was already waiting at the door as instructed.

Seeing the drunk Alice, the maid quickly took care of her, managing to ease her discomfort from drinking too much. In Cesland, the wealthy could afford almost any service. The maid, hired by Sean for Alice, was highly professional.

Today, the maid took Alice to a renowned nearby scenic spot to relax. She kept Norah updated on Alice’s whereabouts using her phone’s GPS, along with photos and videos she had taken.

On Norah’s first day back at the hospital, just as Jamison had predicted, she jumped straight into surgery without pausing for a break after the morning meeting.

Just as Norah finished up her second surgery, Joanna called.

Norah held the phone between her shoulder and ear while washing her hands under the running water. “I remember Spencer said he’d look after Bryson and get a room for him to rest in the Glamour Club. So how could he possibly have slept with Kathy? I mean, how? And there are videos and photos? In high definition, without any censoring?” Norah grabbed a tissue to dry her phone, clutching it tightly in her right hand.

The surprise in her voice was crystal clear.

Joanna’s voice sounded desperate on the other end of the line. “Can you believe it? The media won’t stop with those pics and videos. Now, everyone who checks entertainment news knows my brother and Kathy had a thing. I’m speechless. He definitely lost his mind! How could he sleep with Kathy? Just the idea of him being in the same bed with her makes me feel like something’s not right.”

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